Time To Brake The Levees
There comes a time, when you must brake reality,
Brake the banks to change yourself, to free change, to make it,
A low point forces you to choose for the better or for the worst,
A time has come to brake the glass ceiling,
A time to brake away from the black and white, and endless shades,
To explode the color of life into what you make and do,
To paint your world in the endless variety of characters,
Characters that make us human, as diverse as the Amazon,
Ideas of poison sharpen the risks,
And where the color blue seems to blend in every way,
To achieve change you must destroy the ideas of the past,
To have them rest in peace,
And to change a flow of a river, flood a city to bring about the change that is needed,
To bring change and change the minds of others,
In order to brake a levee you must be willing to go to the wind,
To through your ideas to the wind, a bet you must first take,
Do you wish for change, do you want to see more,
It has come to a point were I see you, and I see a need for change,
I do not wish to sit no more, I wish to here my voice heard,
And I wish to change for the better for you,
But I alone can not change you, you yourself must choose,
The leaks have been started,
Now decide, is this an unkindness of black ravens,
Or decide is this a flood of change,
The time has come, the levees have broke,
And I am that hurricane that broke them.